Today I went to the funeral of an elderly relative. The service was nice; it was in a chapel her son recently had built on their property, and they had a slideshow with pictures of her since she was a teenager up to the present. I really love old photos--there's nothing but happiness in them.
At the reception, as we were leaving, her son (the one who built the chapel, a distant cousin) was giving another cousin some cotton watercolor paper. We walked by at just the right time, and he ended up giving me a second block of the paper. Now I'm excited.